Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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compatibility issue: Photoshop CS5 - ATI Radeon? Cool Notepad Trick

time ago I switched to the famous pack Adobe Master Collection CS5, but a little big problem for compatibility with the video card.

in itself is not a serious problem, but when there is potential for better use of resources (and especially if you have studied engineering in Systems and is dedicated to graphic design) was much better not to have that sort of trouble.

Al grain. Note the differences between the images below (I think playing them click to enlarge and notice better)

Adobe Photoshop CS4


Adobe Photoshop CS5

They noted
? For there is no optimization support for certain video cards (not using the GPU but the CPU) version CS5.

In my case, I have a laptop that has card ATI Radeon HD 4670 1GB , running under 64-bit Windows 7.

But what should be the problem? For Adobe and AMD (ATI owners) seems to lack sufficient motivation to fix anything !

What Adobe says about this?

It is not a bug in Photoshop, and Malthus Not Within Our Power to fix.


here Taken from an engineer of course Photoshop.

And AMD? Simply not responding. But look at the forum topic here .

So what will my action: install PS CS4 again (as the pirate CS5 I have has a bug metiene already fed up, shuts itself off: S)

so easy.

Comments and suggestions are welcome!

Monday, December 27, 2010

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were no longer anyone.

D and entry, I know that 2010 was not easy, it's almost 3 months when I did not write a single line here, a year rather loose and lazy in what we the undersigned, concerned. This year ended with a flourish and the country is flooded under the harsh forces of nature and I ruined my vacation Tayrona park so early that I organized, but not all left to have fun, watching the rain fall on the beautiful Caribbean beaches. There were many achievements and success are presented in inches, as if I had that taste in easy installments. Sometimes I think that in the midst of all, the loser L dimmed a bit more on my forehead. 2010 and will stay the same, wanting to start new projects, to change careers, and obviously continue to feed this little place that so many nice things have brought me. We must not be ungrateful give life to this bullshit of diatribe which resulted in a sleepless night was an infallible remedy leisure.
And it is becoming customary to write a farewell entry end of the year, I proceed to do it. I know they do not care what happens in my boring life, but not taking over the head, this is a flattering account of this year to be in the life of your humble servant.

In 2010:
not get a new job, made new friends, swam for the first time the cat got out of Bogotá very few times, I had three new psychiatrists, I read Florence Thomas and his "conversations with Violet " I turned to go into debt, I beat colds record, I threw 3 phones, I tetanus shot, I reported in Datacrédito, I bought another computer, I was sent to hell, sent to hell, I started orthodontic treatment, I went from fluke to shop story, I said how many pairs were three flies, lied in the most subtle, I had my first job interview, I read many books, I become reacquainted with old friends, lost beautiful friendships wrote very bad things, I started a diploma course, filled with the virus computer, I was late almost every morning, I took my Dad's house, got drunk for the first time my cousin, the sanctimonious family, I saw an old love, I dressed up as Betty Boop, I went back to smoking, I stopped blogging, I started French lessons, missed good opportunities, I opened my account at Twitter, I was free at the book fair twice , I damaged the chubby TV and DVD, I changed my room, I went to fight with the music and literature, I am reconciled to both, I wrote, I stole several books with or without meaning to, I forget birthdays and celebrations, I checked other I can not turn to the masses, I morbid morboseé, walked aimlessly, lost contacts, I went to a meeting of university graduates, I was charged silver when I was in college, I was left exposed and shining, not finished reading Rayuela, I tried the best mojitos in the world made by an Argentine, I threw the dogs, I fell in love with Lolita and also Navokob; improved my English but I was wrong in the review, did not get to sleep in the house, threw away money on a stupid, let the habit of reading the newspaper every day, left unfinished books, reread others, I became more insensitive, I was wrong, no money saved, I wrote Tickets for the blog that I never dared to publish, I lost my status quo, I made life miserable for someone, I found things in the family pot, I gave my first class, I met some bloggers on Facebook, I had acne as a teenager, I drank a wine reserve and carefully preserved, gave bad advice, I camped, denounced abuses and wrote suggestions, I had strong emotions, I was good and bad example, I bought a semi-double bed, lost time, I did nothing, I felt the decline to the surface, like me, missed the blog, I found the way I'm going to spend my severance, watched the U.S. get out of Nanny "? , Not to put the cow took antidepressants, treated me badly, I threw flowers, walked down the Chorro de Quevedo till dawn betrayed me, betrayed, I left my party with cousins \u200b\u200band for years he did not, I was appointed matron of a marriage, I caught nuisance tuna, eggs, quail and aromatic waters, took legal liquor was adulterated with suspicion, not the telethon because I was on another channel were giving a good movie, I voted for Mockus, playing the leads, I was a homeopath and I did acupuncture, I apologized several times, I fucking thousand times, I read their blogs, I said no, I separated from my cousin with whom she lived; quit completely to red meat, I was Machiavellian, I bought a book of cocktails, I wrote some dreams, I got glasses, I got on a bus without paying Transmilenio and also, my self-esteem did not rise, full finally read "one hundred years of solitude" I ran behind someone, I got stood up, left planted, I was invited to a concert of Bomba Stereo and I liked, I just cut my hair once, gave her old stuff, not changed my home, lost bets, I made the crazy, I was hurt honest though, I corking several times, I thought I was crazy, I never painted my nails, I met the famous 80's Full me knocked down there, I was in seedy nightclubs and had a good time, I wrote an article about feminism with a college professor, I was at my convenience Lambon; ... Y I suffered from an inexplicable mental laziness throughout the year.

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But since 2011 that I hope will be better, because despite my inevitable rejection of superstition, 11 is my lucky number. So I will cuckoos yellow 31, eat 12 grapes, I'll go around the block with luggage and will fill with lentils and coins each and every one of the pockets of my clothes, to see if next year things get better over and the Blessed me the miracle of life experiences to tell them better. No longer for this school year, I'm leaving without saying goodbye and wishing them a happy new year to all who read these superfluous variable letters and accompanied my blogging activity.

As parish notice, we must not forget that there can not cover compatriots who celebrate with joy this time, they became victims of the torrential winter fucked the entire country and lost everything. My invitation is to cooperate in the noble cause, this thing got out of hand.

We will meet again next year, and hopefully with more discipline.

Happy Holidays!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

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Whip, whip, whip.

B ood evening my dear readers. I came back after some long months of absence without justification. Do not think (for the title of the post) that my blogger was abandoned by immersion in an alienating world of sadomasochism that I could not run, and I was imprisoned for pleasure lewd and stuff. (If so, should care little or nothing) No. The whip, whip whip is because recently I was reminded of a popular telvidente of which I was faithful, and was called "the Marys " which was about different situations that a chocolocas nuns living in a convent and often use the phrase that gives the title to my post, when something out of them canons of Status Quo. So I decided to steal it. Not that I have inclaustrado in the Carmelite convent of the mothers, not only come to take a few lashes back, because I got so after a month sabbatical and because as I have who I listen, I decided to make a catharsis on the blog, handing rejo to anyone who crosses me. Therefore, without further ado, I start my lashes session, handing ventiao whip ' to anything:


- Whip, whip, whip for freedom of expression. Because a former campaign adviser, which I will not name, tried to silence a blogger recognized, arguing that his words defaming his public image. More than one has been sentenced to silence because what he writes does not like someone. To hell with all those who want to silence the words, say, the voices of those who dare. Whip all unspeakable.

- Whip, whip, whip the damn for Twitter, which rant and today I am a victim of their networks. By the way, whip for me to open an account is called @ ImNightwriter .

- Whip, whip, whip you too, if they become my "followres" (although they should do the favor).

- Whip, whip, whip for psychiatrists and psychologists who believe that antidepressants tip you're going to get out of the bad, while looking out the window when spoken to. Whip EPS also for putting so bad professions to take care of the necessities that are so important mentally.

- Whip, whip, whip to the law of the first job. Because you do not get a job since I graduated and after the fact, the law no longer cobijaría me for having more than 25 years to when the approved (if they approve it). Whip then for not having studied something else.

- Whip, whip, whip because I'm tired of giving excuses, to tell them he did not know what to write here.

- Whip, whip, whip because some of the contacts from Facebook, add me as a friend and then get me out or crash. Whip me an idiot, by accepting them.

- whip, whip whip for intellectuals believe that because they read to Paul and Walter Riso Cohelo.

- Whip, whip, whip because some leaders do not agree that the establishment of 91 Colombia proclaimed as a secular and non-Catholic Apostolic and Roman. Whip not agree that freedom of worship.

-Whip, whip, whip for all if you know what to do with their lives and I do not.

- whip whip whip and for the who hate Mr. Bukowski.

- Whip, whip, whip for Christians even though their lives were fractious and troubled, tame pigeons today believe in the company of Jesus their savior. Yeah right.

- Whip, whip, whip the university to only send jobs to engineers and ask for 3 years of experience to recent graduates.

- Whip, whip, whip for my wallet because almost always empty.

- Whip, whip, whip for some prudish still blush when they utter the word "sex."

- Whip, whip, whip hijuemadre for the muse of inspiration that I waited and it never came.

- Whip, whip, whip for me to leave these letters for the umpteenth time, and spend more than two months without raising any input. Whip by readers who missed it.

- whip, whip whip for sadomasochism and the Marquis de Sade.
-Whip, whip, whip because there is more. Just whip pa 'deal.

-Whip, whip, whip because.

Now Do you have a whiplash to add?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Friday, August 6, 2010

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Dale Mr. Gorsky! Discover

Taken from here

ON JULY 20, 1969, AS COMMANDER OF THE APOLLO 11 LUNAR MODULE, NEIL ARMSTRONG WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SET FOOT ON THE MOON.

HIS FIRST WORDS AFTER STEPPING ON THE MOON, "THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND," WERE TELEVISED TO EARTH AND HEARD BY MILLIONS.

BUT JUST BEFORE HE REENTERED THE LANDER, HE MADE THE ENIGMATIC REMARK
"GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY."

MANY PEOPLE AT NASA THOUGH IT WAS A CASUAL REMARK CONCERNING SOME RIVAL SOVIET COSMONAUT. HOWEVER, UPON CHECKING, THERE WAS NO GORSKY IN EITHER THE RUSSIAN OR AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAMS.

OVER THE YEARS MANY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ARMSTRONG AS TO WHAT THE "GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY" STATEMENT MEANT, BUT ARMSTRONG ALWAYS JUST SMILED.

ON JULY 5, 1995, IN TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA, WHILE ANSWERING QUESTIONS FOLLOWING A SPEECH, A REPORTER BROUGHT UP THE 26-YEAR-OLD QUESTION TO ARMSTRONG.

THIS TIME HE FINALLY RESPONDED. MR. GORSKY HAD DIED, SO NEIL
ARMSTRONG FELT HE COULD ANSWER THE QUESTION.

IN 1938 WHEN HE WAS A KID IN A SMALL MIDWEST TOWN, HE WAS PLAYING BASEBALL WITH A FRIEND IN THE BACKYARD. HIS FRIEND HIT THE BALL, WHICH LANDED IN HIS NEIGHBOR'S YARD BY THE BEDROOM WINDOWS.

HIS NEIGHBORS WERE MR. AND MRS.GORSKY. AS HE LEANED DOWN TO PICK UP THE BALL, YOUNG ARMSTRONG HEARD MRS. Gorsky shouting AT MR. Gorsky.
"SEX! YOU WANT SEX?!'LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON!"

TRUE STORY.

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I discovered my passion for DJing

I discovered my passion for psytrance, especially the full-on

mejr discovered that the laptop is the Dell Studio

discovered that a post does not need to be written so often

discovered that Facebook is a waste

discovered that I have motivation problems

I discovered recently that there are so many things I leave for later, I do not remember hehe

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

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Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? First

millionaire and I want to be able to devote the rest of my life to travel, do a thousand things and not work. Dream of having an account in Switzerland with fifteen billion at my mercy, and never think about money in those green pieces of paper that corrupt minds, they buy time and lifetimes. I'm tired of working for others, and yet never have money and depend on what you say pocket. Not anymore. I want to be a millionaire, and in my life have purchased a Baloto .

If I had the luck to have this life, but with social privileges, being layer 6 and live very well, I think the same, with more enthusiasm would have liked to be; silver flame silver and therefore, more chance of winning. Have money to spare and maybe I would move to a first world country like France or something.

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know of employees who earn no more than $ 250 a month, pay rent, schools, transport, food, clothing and stored at 4 people, and still spend $ 6000 (or U.S. 3) a week betting on luck to hit 6 numbers from 1 to 46, and receive once and for all about milloncitos to leave poor. I also know many wealthy happy not having the luck to be rich (in a country where the majority of the population is poor) also yearn for the coveted award. He concluded that everyone dreams or at least thought to be a millionaire one day and not just by the famous TV show, and Colombia is proof of that.

And we all like to have easy money well, caidita the sky. A few years ago, a nasty-looking man with a low profile and horrific black hair, gave the Colombians a false hope. Caught on a thing called pyramid and illusions that sold out of poverty as hijuemadre. His name was David Murcia, and in doing so, he managed to be a millionaire after he started as a messenger. Was becoming easier to aspire to be rich or at least accommodated. It worked for a while until the State became aware of money just like many other Colombians were able to collect and to dream, and sent David Murcia behind bars. Lesson learned: No easy money, or else we'd all be millionaires overnight.

is now well known that there were people out there who did not learn the lesson he left us Don Murcia and pyramids, and found another way to make money even easier, take advantage of the bitter experiences of life product internal conflict. Currently, the kidnapping, the eternal scourge that plagues the Colombian peace was also an effective way of doing business, yes sir. It is becoming fashionable to earn some money with this, as if being kidnapped had been worthwhile.

One such victim was the former presidential candidate in 2002 (which for purposes of this post, we will call Madame Betancourt ), kidnapped while campaigning for the FARC for 6 years, and that shocked the world. Madame was the authentic image of our political situation and major human rights violations to which the hostages were subjected. In 2008, after thousands of social marches and demonstrations, was freed by a military operation which she described as "perfect." The international community breathed a quiet, Madame Betancourt was a political piece for the guerrillas, and that day ceased. The revelry may be free, and the return to civilian life, was the trigger to engineer a good alibi. Those 6 years and could not stay and 730 days later, decided to sue the state alleging irregularities on the day of his kidnapping.

Madame Betancourt, knew how to do. He went to France to continue his life oligarch. He performed with such caution that even beyond the ovation with awards of peace, as if her hands had fallen to a peaceful action, naive French. Even once the rumor spread, that would be a candidate for a Nobel peace, and if not, at least he deserves. Is it worth? What did Madame Betancourt after his abduction by the other hostages? Nothing. Less than two weeks ago returned to Colombia in commemoration of the anniversary of their freedom and more than 15 other Mexican nationals. His visit was strange double face: on the one hand continue to carry the living image of the drama of kidnapping and second, to deliver the document that would require the State fifteen billion pesos by many years cloistered in the jungle in the custody the FARC.

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Colombia, Colombia Colombia is shocked and especially grain: It is not fair from simple legal powers which will usufruct, Madame Betancourt want cheap malfeasance playing not only with money from more than 40 million people (mostly poor) to pay their compensation, but uses his bitter experience as a media puppet, rather than serve as a tool to help extinguish the kidnapping and the release of those still there. The worst thing is that behind her and there is another row of former abductees, in the same way. Sad.

Today, Madame Betancourt public places in doubt his claim, but the controversy continues. The Madame appears to sink into a mire of contradictions that puzzled the media and Colombians. In a few months on the shelves of bookstores teem his published testimony, and a few millionaires little check will go to the hungry coffers of the Betancourt family, they will surely sell like hotcakes. It seems that 6 years in the forest did nothing to strengthen the commitment to cooperation for a country that seeks to exterminate his absurd internal conflict and on the contrary, the former hostages figures are becoming hypocrites who attack so brutal against sense of the nation, the army and especially we, the ordinary citizens.

Madame Betancourt was also probably one of those rich guys who asked a favor to his bodyguard to buy him the Baloto and not picked up anything. But now, found an easy way to win, and best, he had to go buy it, because it would have to give us.

is definitely the world of the living, and I thought that the only way of becoming a millionaire, was betting on the six little numbers. Poor naive. ***

Updated: July 15/2010: Madame Betancourt
withdrew its demand, but Colombia has 4 new millionaires former abductees: Gloria Polanco, Orlando Beltran, Jorge Eduardo Gechem and Consuelo Gonzalez de Perdomo. Congratulations! The state is about to become insolvent.

Monday, June 14, 2010

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nobi * First Love?

i M childhood was a lonely time as was a teenager. Why is it that when I grew up, met the love later. I do not keep still very fond memories of those early relationships and first kisses, in which the heart races when the boy is approaching, and the hands begin to sweat in streams, while achieving a strange emotional apex and the spell of hormones - characteristic of that time, begin to make from theirs. After living for a few brief moments in the clouds, then land with a broken heart, and, in my case with a complex of ugly duckling in tow.

why is it that when it comes to first loves, I prefer to give me back 20 years and remember that time when I tasted the sweetness of love with a boy who never kissed me, and I said we were boyfriends, not me monstrete did feel, and the best: never broke my heart. The first love was for me, the guy that the garden was carrying the nickname nobi without their approval, but that made me feel special, and I know how nice it would be sharing small moments of childhood, knowing that one liked the guy, but really did not. An experience that you only live once, and then, just experienced by the nearly 12 years when my parents castrated opportunities to enroll in a convent school for girls only, and where I received my bachelor's degree and a plate to honor seniority. Come to think if it was much stamina.

That guy who called early nobi , named Diego. As I was studying Transition. Was 5, chickenpox, green eyes and a shaved head. Diego had a brother, Óscar, un año mayor y era hijo del Señor Gómez y la señora Lucy, conocidos de la profesora-directora del jardín y que nos hacían la ruta a Angélica, (mi prima) a mí y a otros dos niños, en su Renault 9 color rojo cereza y eran dueños de un restaurante en el Park Way de Bogotá, que todavía sobrevive tal cual como en los inicios de los años 90.

Recuerdo que Diego y Óscar, los hermanitos Gómez estaban "enamorados " de nosotras y el sentimiento era mutuo. Desde el principio (según mis vagos recuerdos) él decía que yo era su nobia e intentaba hold my hand timidly on the road, we played together at recess and gave me their elevens. No one else was in that room of about 25 children, who cared for my pitiful existence as Diego did, not even my dear cousin.

Angela and me, my mom taught us to read from before entering the study and therefore, more cells were the class, and Diego capaba no award and was also the smartest. A strange spell, or simple coincidence sympathy and less than nothing and still remember well, I already felt my nobi and say that I liked, but only knew Angelica.

One girl wanted to get off to kindergarten Dieguito is Llambes Helena. She was brown and curly black hair, who always wore wool socks in pastel colors. Have you ever caught his hand in and I saw the stairs after a break, there I first learned what was a heartbreak. However, Diego and Helen, were not able to consummate anything, because Diego was still holding my hand in the car and looking at me in class as we put a color daubs at separate tables in the lounge, and she was in another course with another teacher and doing other things. One of two things: either Dieguito do and I knew it was more very pendeja or indeed if I preferred to me.

not need to say anything to Helena to know that Diego was mine, the first dispute tacit tender for a boy was won. I discovered it was me who he wanted, and that Helena was a slut because in the end, she just approached us to tell Angelica that he liked his sneakers new LA Gear. The clever boy I do not know how scared the little girl, while with a friend and associate of his named Gonzalo, cared for us at recess, we played caught and cops and robbers with other children and gave us their elevens. While Oscar, his brother, came with his parents to pick us up in the afternoon, and Angelica was thrilled to see her blond hair cut in half, and large school uniform in front of the garden, removing Gonzalo off. I did not suffer for that, as the company enjoyed Dieguito since morning.

The day of my birthday and then my in-laws gave me a pink and white purse with a pocket in which he had printed a doll of the same color. The card said my name with a "From: Diego, Lucy and Mr. Gomez ." Here I thought it was me who held Dieguito an important place, because even in Angelica's birthday, gave the gentlemen present. That privilege was mine alone. Theirs was a more turbid and fruitless. Mine was further .

the day of final adjournment, was organized by a number of my course, a song performed by all. After a torrential downpour, it was time to make the final presentation. Two microphones give enough volume for the dozens of parents appreciate our children's voices in sync with the same melody. So, Cristina, Professor, chose children who would go to the microphone in front of the stage. In one of them put Gonzalo, a boy named Cristian cansonsísimo and another who can not remember who the hell he was. In the other, Angélica would be right, me in the center and me Diego! Yes, I Diego, which, obviously, never kissed me and broke my heart. The boy son of the lords of the path of the red Renault 9, owners of a restaurant on Park Way still there, I had chicken pox and a bulging green eyes and for some strange reason I felt like my nobi .

Terrified by the great news, we hit the stage, in full uniform and sing the song. He looks at me, look at me closely, more closely and then we play the Cyclops, we looked increasingly close and eyes get larger, they approach each other, overlap and the cyclops look, breathing confusion . (As would Cortazar Rayuela ) Suddenly, I feel how her tiny hand seeks mine and shamelessly grab, no matter what we were facing a stage with our parents and kids behind us looking at each course. While singing, continue with that look of Cyclops, still holding hands, holding strong because it was perhaps the last time, and with a strange feeling guilty chocolocas butterflies in my stomach walking around everywhere. Hormones had not ruffled, and the word love could be in our minds. A passing and gloomy today, is the memory of the first nobi , the naive love of kindergarten, a warm and innocent feeling I experienced when just beginning to make use of reason.

Since that day I went to see Diego, but that met these strange emotions unrepeatable teenage grabbed me, and maybe I made it clear that beyond my traumas later, this was perhaps my first experience sentimental, which if I keep a nice memory. A sublime feeling that all awaken nostalgia.
* Nobi (a): first boy or girl children with whom we had some kind of emotional bond that was like a courtship, but without the same "rights" real. Hence the bad spelling. (Word also cruelly stolen from a friend of mine)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

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These days have not been easy, my dear readers. Have been inundated with several constant ups and downs feelings, existential questions, labor, philosophical, literary, theological, etc, I have not been allowed to put even a point here. My mind has been completely cloudy, cloudy, dull and sterile for reasons that even today, 44 days after the last entry, I try to understand. I've drowned in thoughts absurd, crazy ideas, lots of questions, another number of errors and a pair of hits. I have spent these days blank recess without writing comment on blogs and partly moved away from that cyberspace in which agonize; unconsciously turned out by a stop on the road and a desperate attempt to organize my ideas.

I have a spirit that is in constant change, I have come to know what is the bipolarity in no time and I've played the top of desperation. I thought this year would be fruitful, I would clarify the ideas about the mind question what I do with my life? I thought to see psychologists, psychoanalysts, or even wizards and / or shamans to see if I can find answers to my existential, but I get nothing. My mind is not just a big question mark, spotting, confused and incomprehensible, and my life is reduced to simple decisions should take and I think I'm on time, or maybe later.

I have not gone away, I have not read them, I look around now and then to their sites and read them silently. My few words come to the point that not even leave a comment. I can be 25 and in the world have an endless amount of people with things much more difficult to think about, but I think mine is more than enough. Each of his who lives and nobody can solve my tantrums, so I have to go it alone.

bad thing about this crisis is that the reader becomes involved in this, not because of guilt, but because it is rude leave the blog there left no signs of activity, as if its author had eaten the earth. Someone on the other side of the screen to get here, expect to find something, could imagine that here was written and is now a vacant lot and abandoned. I would say that it is not. Would not abandon this blog, I think it has brought great things, but bear with me, little by little try to regain my routines, like so many times I've promised. I have the wrong number, about 20 entries I have tried to write to put here: stories, reflections, letters, comments, problems, solutions etc. and nothing is complete because I have the great dilemma nonconformity: anything I like or anything I think.

reiterate that there is either no signs of life, some I have read since I started, and not just leave them like this, but not before the author was going through an existential crisis of such great magnitude, where it all goes back to a not know. (Sorry if bored) but I think it's time to make a kind of catharsis in order to feel better and continue giving life to this blog.

Recently someone told me to keep an active blog is harder than you think, may be entirely comforting in a virtual space to express more of the feelings behind the screen who write these lines and all that, yet there are times when the head of the blogger is clouded, and other priorities begin to emerge, which are not always academic or work, simply existential, as in my case. There you realize, that if it is difficult to keep it alive.

So accompanied by a cup of coffee, I come to show signs of smoke, with the conviction that by all means try to keep you stuck here. I feel like I'm giving a talk on self-improvement to an audience (not more than three seats fill, of course) but I needed to. Not everything in life is so cool and funny as it should be, but we must move forward.

I'll keep charging my batteries, to mitigate my eternal karma, to clear my mind, so that I end once the cloud that I'm mental. Understand me, if I am not well mentally, and I'm on the verge of falling over the edge of existence, it is impossible to put something coherent in this blog or is it I'm capando asylum?

Thank you for your eternal patience,

Nightwriter.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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I'm tired of reading blogs emos ... Yes! I got tired ! is my only form of relief to micro-blogging ... Topes

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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clouded mind Are we getting old?

In the last two years, has become a trend that I am invited to weddings, children's parties and baby showers of friends, family, colleagues or acquaintances. And I only say "Shit, So-So young and already in that? I think not. However, I go to the store and buy the gift for: A dinner, a tiny dress size 0, or a tickle Elmo, I get the proper paint to use for playing time, and I go with a nervous smile. Now, I remember that recently someone put in their Facebook profiles the phrase " When your classmates are beginning to put photos in profile of children, is because you're getting old " and I go back and say - is it true ? -I yes, I think. - Shit! I'm getting old and I had not noticed. But why, if you have what I feel younger?

And not that it is a libertine of those who believe to be in the prime 25-15. No, in fact, I can say that I am a professional, poor, unemployed but emptied and professional. My income does not reach very poor to pay rent, water, electricity and telephone, much less to buy diapers every week, pay daycare, or even worse, a private school tuition. My sleepless nights are, say, volunteers are times when I spend time browsing the web, reading a fun book or trying to write a few lines, in the end always result in the recycle bin. But do not think in those moments, I liked a lot to spend a sleepless night under those reasons I do know that when you least expect it, a boy burst into tears asking to eat, diaper change or just because. No sir.

I also believe that the world is very large. They are evil count, 198 countries of which I know not even 10%, and which I have the desire to someday visit your pocket permits me, I want to fill at least ten pages of my passport before expires. If I had a son, or I get married, or something similar, could not spend that money on travel, and will have to spend in these activities. If I get to give that big step, consider it a priority to have traveled nearly enough, and then invest in this important economic sector "adult."

My lifestyle does not fit or as decadent or as wise, my failed career, (which still gives me around in my head the idea that I did a very bad choice: I do not like the race , or gives me money) my very poor income not even enough to keep me to myself, and feel that I am still young enough, I would take that step in the near future. It is the insistence that I still feel a bit young for that.

Now I wonder if it's that my friends, family, colleagues or acquaintances thought of all these things. It seems like it was yesterday, when girls from school invited me, by decency, their celebrations of 15, the babies were our mothers or sisters, marriages were uncles or neighbors and for all this, though one attended by forehand, never cared for the gift. I do not think the pregnancy of Jane Doe, who studied with me these days has been seen with surprise, as most likely to happen 10 years ago when he was in adolescence, and not because the times change, though in fact change, but for now, the rules are different. We're playing it because we're old. I'm worried about I can not escape it and I'll have to settle down soon, but at the same time reassuring me that the way to go, when you 50 I feel 30, and that could be very good.

because I also enormous curiosity to know what my mother would think of all this, when he was my age.

Is that true, if we're getting old?

*** And speaking of the world will end, I think so. Two earthquakes in the same year, seguiditos, almost a month, is a rare manifestation of Mother Earth. It also follows a block of ice the size of Luxembourg who wanders around in the ocean like a blessing to cure those ills, sank reelection. Very good for the latter. We could catch the end of the world with the president. These setbacks are a slight indication that this thing now it is over!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Punchup Bra And Sports Bra Difference




is absurd that it has touched this issue in the blog because of my great love for electronic music.

Some time ago we met with a group of friends in an effort to go to raves (electronic parties) share music and spread the culture raver.

then were giving things step by step: organize our own raves, mixing our own sets and creating our own online radio , which is already a big advance to be entering the world which is so longed for entry.



Before any concrete idea of \u200b\u200bclustering, we held the event Valley Open Electronic Festival (OVEF) but as we were rookies fell to the "lively Creole" by the organizers with whom we partner. It took full credit for organizing the event and registered the name of your label ... But bueeeeeee well learned ...


(flyer initial unfinished)

Then, since we met an excellent DJ trance (also without label), the idea was realized. Create a group that covers everything involved in electronic music.

With that spirit that gave us this new friendship was formed and Evolution Bass, who started made by: Eric

Marco
  • Rivadeneira (aka VJ Dav)
    Valarezo
  • Roberto (aka RobVal / Robbot)

But this group is made up not only this small number of people, but there are so many acolytes who I can not afford a single post for name them (each one is grateful for your support brows!). It was organized

different: it did RAVE @ EPN 2009 and radio debut on Metro 88.5 (featuring the newly created label, set NNsounds, soon the set of AM and Ericmaster and hopefully the race for me to go as Robbot hehe).

already supported by the technology have been making great progress, such as the creation of Evolution Bass Radio (still in test release)


And soon: Valley Techno Night (with the presentation of NNsounds ) and a great event that will be in Holy Week and will give details in due course.

Links :
Evolution Bass - EB Radio - NNsounds - AM - Eric Master - Valley Techno Night

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Anxiety And Depression More Condition_symptoms

A "Hallelujah" too noisy

-Aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya, aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya.

Instead of singing birds sound over the tops of Bogotá that urapanes podrían acompañar las solitarias mañanas de domingo, esta frase retumba mis oídos sirviéndome de despertador -sagradamente- cada siete días. Son los cantos desafinados de alguien detrás de un micrófono consagrado en un garaje, con unos cuantos gatos feligreses que lo acompañan en sus tonadas alabando al santísimo la profunda fe que le profesan. No hay excepción así sea un primero de enero, o quizás un primero de mayo. El bien llamado pastor, que lleva las riendas de esa iglesia, no tiene vacaciones ninguna semana del consagrado año. Me consta...

Y es que sólo basta con cruzar la calle, y contar 5 casas y/o edificios después mine more precisely in the other corner, where an old and ugly building I have always lived in coastal and whose neglect the facade gives full faith in my statement (the ugly, not the coast) gather Sunday some Christians to pray to God for all profits earned in the week. The place, of not more than 20 square meters, a few years ago served as a garage, and after a very poor store, where today stands the " United Pentecostal Church of Colombia " and where the minister boasts his peculiar talent with speakers powerful enough so you can listen to an entire block, prayers their lungs.

The horrible building where the "church"
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Un-Aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya , aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya-she still staying with me last week, to the extent that some songs are about in my head if that Sunday, I have bad luck to stay in my humble abode. I have understood that some neighbors do not disturb the steady aleluyeo Sunday, as I dare to call it, because they never put noise complaints or claims, or the soaring decibels they are subjected to having a few blocks one can see the ISC said.

My cousin, a tenth semester student of medicine, has had to undergo this therapy holy, because his study is in theory, closer to the church and seems designed acoustically to rumble In the strongest songs of praise. So more than one part, you have probably had to invoke the "Virgin Mary" for her marksmanship, and often excessive noise breaks your concentration when you learned when muscles, procedures and drugs involved. I have witnessed that even he has had to move to Library Luis Angel Arango "to study quietly and without noise. Yes, here has tried to express the problem, the complaint but we have always said that we are not violating any rules. I do not know if they are right, if in theory are driving the maximum allowable decibels, but I think it is a complete exaggeration to put in a garage, I repeat, no more than 20 square meters and with no more than 10 people inside, a power amplifier with microphone to acclimate barbaric a good bar. I think that border on the absurd, it is not necessary or by others, neighbors who did not attend that church, nor are we interested in the least profess their faith, heard every Sunday from eight or nine o'clock:

-Aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya, aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya.

If the noise problem extends in some places by the noise emitted by bars and clubs near residential neighborhoods, there should also be strict control to such churches also disturb the tranquility of the inhabitants of any neighborhood. If you call the police because a neighbor will fly until after four o'clock and the "loud music", should also restrict the use of amplifiers and microphones in a place that, in fact, does not deserve to have it. To be clear, I am not denying the Christian churches or anything, it does not intend to hurt feelings in religious matters, just do your inappropriate emphasis on its modus operandi profess faith.


... Night falls and finally, after a noisy rested Sunday night in the deep peace of this holy day itself. Maybe a week passes without any new routines and return back to take over the inhabitants of this block. But as soon as Saturday comes, and with him Sunday morning, my ears did not hear the soft singing of a few birds, but again this Sunday aleluyeo every seven days to give an end to my dreams, when the pastor Strongly begin their prayers to the Blessed, and a few parishioners cats up early to accompany him on his off-key sonata to praise the Lord with a:

-Aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya, aleluyaaaa, aaaaleluya.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Lyme's Disease More Condition_symptoms

Help, I've been robbed! Already

January, my brain was on a vacation and still had nothing to write for this blog. (Maybe that I could predict a bad start). However, I was me in the most absurd of leisure, and ready to close windows to disconnect cyber activity, when my cousin, who never had read to me gently but well aware of the existence of this blog-curious me commented that he has taken the trouble to Google it sometimes but never out in the results. "That's weird," I said Google is "par excellence, the best web browser, which you can find every little detail recorded on the Internet.
So we decided to write in the bar "Unoccupied Review" to see what was leaving. (After he told me he did not remember either the name of the blog)

Google says are 382,000 matching results when you type the name of this blog. Impossible and tedious to watch them all, really all that matters are the three or four, the rest is garbage. However, I must confess that I was surprised when I saw:

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- Facebook? "Lice? Paulis "? Wrote "? "I'm puzzled. Di

click and in fact, the link took me to a Facebook group called " NOT USE THE BLUE CROSS WHEN CHILD DID NOT HAVE CHILDREN! " group of no more than 25 people created more than a year ago and no recent activity, which in its" forum "for discussion" a girl, also fellow who calls himself " Paulis " put an item entitled " opinion about head lice unoccupied " Huh?


Image of the copy-cat and its "Opinion unoccupied"
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Well, for older readers probably remember an entry recorded in this blog in August 2008 under the title "Epistemology lice" and read the topic "Paulis " published in the group, I realized that writes just like, if not identical, to me.

- Wow, what a coincidence. "I kept reading and was surprised to see so many similarities.

Note: Dear
Paulis: lice there are plenty of stories to give "copy + paste" a lazy and nonsensical writing, devoid of all value. That does not stop to put a simple "CtrlV" instead of writing something that has happened to you, an idiot credit unemployed who wrote it. Thanks.

Gentlemen, I think I plagiarized without giving me credit and after the fact changed its name to the letter. It feels strange, I must confess that I armed myself with anger because I was stolen from the front. Once he had already said in an entry saying: "I prefer to steal your wallet in a bus, to shamelessly steal my words" and so.

This is my blog, that's my idea, those are my words, and not those of Paulis !

may seem to you rather useless to complain about this, can we really be a big deal since I'm not the first that happens, but that's not the way it should start the year. Only when you feel being vilely copied, in the face, and appeared ignominiously plagiarism in the most popular search engine, gives me the creeps. You and I are vulnerable to the same if we are bloggers. Honestly I did not think anyone could do it for the simple reason that tickets are not that good they say or the latest guarachas as to warrant copying.

I have no more to do than denounce the kidnapping of Paulis to my post, and put them all in advance knowing that our words can be rolling out there, somewhere in the web, with the name of another avivato who wanted to give them the intellectual author such mischief. Because the damn

symbol " Creative Commons" is not decoration. Please, gentlemen feisbuqueros and plagiarists in general: Respect the embarrassment. It does not take a genius to write mischief.

"Lice? ... But neural "wrote one of my allies in the group. Haha! (Thanks!)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Osteopenia More Condition_symptoms

Ay! Gara Filin '



(Versión Desocupado)

Ay gara file dat tunait gonabi a god NAIT
da tunais gonabi a god NAIT
da tunais gonabi a gudgud NAIT

Tunais the NAIT, les livitó
ay gat mai harmony, les plendido
goau an smachit lakomai Go
chumpo dasofo, les kikir ó

Ay nou dawil javabol
ifui gitoun angout an losirol
ay jus fil estres danawo lerigo
goguey les au espeisau
lusino conrrol

Filomacó
mosoton
lucare
justaki danse Les painde

of cholera
guil shuritaun
borde les anden ruf
money wil
agents
Lesdue, lesdue, lesdue
Anduve, anduve, anduve duve duve

Jir guicon
jir guiico
gorara gui (ra ra ra)

Isicon
isigo
naugui camel (ta ta ta)

Fildi sha ra

bady raqui donstá (sta sta sta)

Runa round leaves
APAN
arrau de CLA (CLA CLA CLA)

Wande, tusde,
wensde, an fursde
fraide, sarurde
sarurde tu sunde

Gi gi gi gi gueros
yunó guagui se
pary ebridé
pa pa pa pary ebridé

(Version Original)

I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night [x4]

Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up

Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Let's get get OFF

I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down
And go out
And just loose it all

I feel stressed out
I wanna let it go
Lets go way out spaced out
And loosing all control

Fill up my cup
Mozoltov
Look at her dancing
Just take it off

Let's paint the town
We'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof
And then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it,
Let's do it, and do it, and do it,
And do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it,
Let's do it,

Here we come
Here we go
We gotta rock (rock,rock,rock,rock)

Easy come
Easy go
Now we on top (top,top,top,top)

Feel the shot
Body
rock Rock it do not stop (stop, stop, stop, stop)


Round and round Up and down
Around the clock (clock, clock, clock, clock)

Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, and Thursday
Friday, Saturday to Saturday Sunday


Get get get get get with us
You Know What We Say Party Every Day

Pa pa pa
Party Every Day